Honestly, this past year and the beginning of 2020 has changed my understanding of confusion and instability. The mistakes and changes that once caused these feelings are nowhere close to what I am currently experiencing at this very moment. I assume most would call this growth, comparing the problems of your late teens to early twenties. There is a constant feeling of instability when you begin to navigate the world around you, one moment you think you are gaining a grasp on things, taking opportunities everywhere you look, and the next you’re paralyzed in one place and afraid to take a step in any direction afraid that you’ll be wrong or hurt again. This with the added stress of a being infected from the virus going around to the dying planet, art holds a special place in life. I don’t believe art can be defined to one single thing, it's adaptable. Everything we make and wish for, the good and the bad, allowing it to take place and become a support is a way to cope. A way to contemplate how you interact with the world and society. It plays the part of stability when everything is in chaos. It acts as a distraction, a sigh of relieve when you think you’ve reached the end.